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I have never been in a physical fight with another human being.
I may have forgotten, but I really do not recall such confrontations.
In the event I have forgotten, I must say that I am a peaceful person.
A childhood acquaintant might spring force a reminder; but I doubt it.
I'd maintain that I don't recall even childhood spats that led to fist fights.
Perhaps he would remind me that he and I once fought like cats and dogs.
Nevertheless, I do recall a boxing match with a friend at the age of around 12. We were tough as nails, had no boxing gloves, and came out swinging with a smile; and we ended swinging with a smile. Everyone watching said that it was a draw. The beauty of it was that there was peace between us before and afterwards.
It could be that I avoided fights because I am a coward at heart; but I doubt it. If war is born in hell and peace is heaven-born, how hard can it be to pursue peace? Fundamentally, I think there is a devilish war, not divine peace, inside our hard of hearts. Nevertheless, may we pursue The Master's words, "Blessed are the peace makers..."*
It's possible that as we give peace a chance; and as we ponder the price of war; and as we weigh the rewards of peace, a preference for peace will prevail rather than prideful pursuits of passion. Such resolutions yield no gains but losses for everyone. I would that the spats of nations end as like those of kids. Lord, let peace begin in our hearts, between mortals, giving rise to world peace.
3622PS, *Matthew 5:9
Lady Liberty Cries
I could be wrong, but I’m alarmed.
"Stop those refugees at the border,
They are poisoning our society.
They are cruel and such a bother.
How dare they corrupt our civility."
It seems these thoughts are alive,
Upon the harsh political winds,
Conquering through fear and distrust,
And drowning the good in all of us.
There are tears in Lady Liberty's eyes,
As an eerie pall falls over her light,
Must that glowing freedom lamp die?
Can freedom shine on that dark night?
Do we mock the gracious words at her feet:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning
to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your
teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless,
tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside
the golden door?"
Have we snuffed out that light?
Have we closed that open door?
Are we no longer compassionate,
To those who long to be free?
Are the sacrifices we must make,
Too harsh that others must lack.
Have we accumulated so much stuff?
Has sharing become repulsive?
Have we forgotten our history,
Taking land from Indigenous tribes,
Who more than most lived free,
In a land of plenty under spacious skies?
Are we the nation of the innocent,
Bearing no collective quilt or wrong?
Is the beam in our nation's eye so large,
That we can't see another's plight?
Such thoughts and actions did yesteryear,
Would have turned masses away.
So great a catastrophe would mean,
That most of us would not be here today.
Immigrant strength built this nation.
Its worth is seen from shore to shore
In the name of human respect and love,
We must maintain the light and open the door.
Immigration and hatred isn't a wise mixture,
For people who seek freedom from tyranny.
Patient wisdom by leaders is paramount,
To dry the tears in Lady Liberty's eyes.
Then again, I could be wrong or misinformed.
Others make an engaging rebuttal against
My views and beliefs, but what is the truth?
In this age of information, misinformation flows.
Yet, I see a weeping Lady at America's door.
Never seen her shed tears like this before.
Are they tears for freedom's goodbyes?
I get nervous when Lady Liberty cries!
We all are here to fulfill a divine purpose.
To know it requires the willingness to unmask what's beneath the surface.
Traumatic events that occur in our lives make it difficult to recover.
While in the midst of agony,we demand to know the reasons why we suffer.
Despair will break us down then build us up in so many ways.
As long as we continue with life, rather than taking an easy escape.
By choosing to accept life on life's terms, we are choosing to believe.
Not only in ourselves, but in something higher than a man's prestige.
With belief, we begin to trust that love may not be a delusion.
With that, having hope to see past what's shattered and unsoothing.
Tragedies may intice us to feel abandoned and unloved.
Yet love doesnt leave us, but it is we who leaves love.
The quicker we learn to conquer the despair, the sooner we'll know love was always there.
What some of us may see as love is only a facade.
The real love we feel comes from The Almighty God.
If we search deep within ourselves, we will find out why we're here.
Even with that found, we still have more obstacles to persevere.
The courses we complete will build our soul.
So, that we may leave here more righteous and bold.
For if we go to Heaven just as we are now,
will we be worthy enough to be allowed?
Life is full of tests we take, only to study for it later.
It's the best way to consume love and become something much greater.
Enlightenment comes after we throw away our sorrows.
And remembering we are worthy of today and prominent for tomorrow.
With hope, we take that lesson and make it a part of ourselves.
And live by an example for everyone else.
A great idea can easily be thought up by one.
But it takes will and dedication for the act to be done.
Being aware of our own purpose just isn't enough.
But to identify ourselves as what God intended, shows others true love.
Life's not about the amount of material that one can gain.
Although, that's the cause of ambition some of us strive to maintain.
It's only a distraction to hide the real truth.
So we may only see the world in it's trickery costume.
Following the will of God is the only true success.
And living out our purpose so that others may aspire to find themselves.
Solution
Two wrongs
Can't make a right
So instead we fight
Why can't we compromise
Why can't the world
Find the solution
To maintain humanity
Why must we lost our
Love one to continue
This ugly life
I thought we live in
A fair world
Were too many
Promises of hope and unity has
Been mentioned by our mentors
Why do we still living
This ugly life
Solution
If you don't want to
Talk about a solution
Don't tell me the problems
Don't prophecy my problem
With out talking about it solutions
I don't want to dwell on same things
Growth is compulsory
In my dictionary
So I ask the world
To find peace
There is a solution to maintain
The earth peacefully
And I find that solution
In love
Teach love
Preach love
Give love
Share love
Show love
Write about love
Let together teach the world
How to love
This is a big
Solution
In the velvety night, caressed by shadows,
A poet whom I deeply respect whispered to me,
That my verses, through his cold and harsh eyes,
Were but weak jokes, a pale reflection,
Not slicing arteries, not unlocking true agony,
But instead, terribly to pronounce, accessible.
I lift my head under the dream-laden sky,
Grasping the truth like a bouncing rubber ball,
Determined not to hide. In this world of reflections,
Of scratched masks and overflowing illusions,
Rejecting the utopia of sincerity for the spectacle of the prism,
Silicon Valley brings virtual realities,
And I, with my pen and stigmatic signs,
Bring forth virtual poetry, not my soul,
But a perfect simulation, a construction of smoke,
Mirrors and crocodile tears.
So come, take your place on the carousel of my heart,
You will find Hollywood blood, hard luck stories,
Wounds made of plasticine, rented mourners,
Tragic confessions and inflatable dolls of lost lovers,
What do you seek, my sweet? What makes everything good for you?
What does integrity mean in a world of irony and facade pain?
Yes, I can possess integrity if that excites you,
In an era where blood clots are art, and jokes are farce,
I will learn, versatile as I am, I will cry those ninety-six tears,
Develop stigmata on command, embrace surplus suffering,
To maintain my place in the artistic galaxy.
But if you are wrong, upon your death,
You will traverse into hell,
Where Groucho Marx will tickle your bare foot,
With Edgar Allan Poe's feathered quill.
So the truth remains steadfast in our tormented minds,
For we are sculptors of virtual pain, rooting our identity,
In an abyss of irony.
A lonely figure stands at attention
Old, feeble and walks with a cane
He patiently waits
Despite his age would not complain.
A warm and gentle breeze blows
Where white headstone stood erect
And on this solemn occasion
He waits as they give their last respect
The bugler’s heart filled with sorrow
While others gather around a grave
The old-aged bugler ready
To honor the marine for the sacrifice he made
A young child beside his mother;
The widow overwhelmed with grief.
Memory of his father fading
For life with him was brief
A young marine served with honor
In a place called Afghanistan
With a Band of Brother
He made his final stand
And draped upon his casket
Old Glory...the Stars and Stripes
A symbol of Liberty
Made possible by brave and patriotic types
The pastor said there is no more worthy honor
Then to willing sacrifice one’s life
To maintain life’s sweet liberty
For his child, and his wife.
Upon the white headstones
A mist of raindrops begins to fall
Then slowly lowering the casket
The young child stands proud and tall
The solemn service over
The bugler sees his cue
Then slowly raises the bugle to his lips
And with a heavy heart he blew
Love like you've never loved before
Reaching your hand out to a closed door
Thinking I knew what was in store
Now I'm suffering, my heart bleeding on the floor
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In the club dancing, alone on the wall
posted up chillin' , drunk, trying not to fall
Not a care at all,
I feel seven feet tall.
Influenced by the alcohol, stimulated by the beats
No matter the intoxication I methodically move my feet,
Pelvic thrusting is how I greet
This beauty who smells so sweet.
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Look,
This is for everyone who has met their soul mate only to find out that
their search is far from over.. Is their such a person, can one satisfy
enough to to maintain love?
Sometimes skeletons rise from hibernation and those skeletons become
loves' Achilles heal... Stealing what hope was their, leaving you alone,
left posted on the wall...
In the club trying to yet again fall...
Jared Pickett.....8/28/09
Clouds often go unnoticed, but they are so much like us,
soft and distant travelers, floating through a sky full of unknown thoughts,
meeting like strangers, carried by the same wind of chance,
staying for a while, then quietly parting, without promises or storms.
They do not ask the sky to stop, nor beg the sun to linger longer,
even in their parting, they shine for a moment, then continue to move anyway,
perhaps alone, but never lonely, carrying rain and light in their souls,
changing shape but never losing the grace that defines them.
And maybe that's all we need—to move, to meet,
to let go and rise again, for life is a balance to be learned,
to be strong while feeling fragile, to hold heavy thoughts like dark clouds,
to find peace in solitude and yet rise, constant and sure, regardless of the sky.
Because life means learning to shine even in moments of parting,
to embrace fragility and maintain the elegance of change within you,
to float through the winds of countless dreams and not get lost in the tumult,
to find your path, to find your peace, and to rise, no matter what the sky may bring.
I accidentally let one loose -
I was tipsy and had no excuse
It happened at the rare breed’s zoo
When I decided to cuddle a cute kangaroo
As I crept into the fenced off enclosure
I struggled to maintain my composure
The joey leapt past me, I just couldn’t stop it
as it bounded away like a flaming rocket!
I tried to catch it by grabbing hold of its tail
but I slipped on a grape, and let out a loud wail
I could see the joey bounce away into the distance
It was clear I needed professional assistance
I got the attention of the kangaroo warden
She turned on me like a demented gorgon
and shouted at me, the air turned quite blue
as we both chased after that small kangaroo
The footloose joey demanded more intervention
His keeper spluttered words too rude to mention
The kangaroo bounced away at lightning speed
We needed to ensnare it, the keeper decreed
We were joined in the chase by the local vet
who used a long pole, on the end was a net
He managed to place it over the joey’s head
Soon joey was captured and locked in his shed
I tried to apologise until I was puce in the face
But they wouldn’t listen, said I was a disgrace
As a result of my action I’m banned from that zoo
I guess I won’t get to cuddle a baby kangaroo
I accidentally let one loose Contest
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7/7/18
Acquaintance
harmonize
praise
optimize
&aspire
serenity
convey
bestow
believe
&bolster
perceive
perform
poise
persuade
&persevere
aplomb
support
sensation
nurture
&cuddle
magnify
maintain
manage
mediate
&motivate
cogitate
handle
heave
hoist
&hone
select
alternative
celebrate
compete
&connect
vanquish
reconcile
venerate
graciously
&vouchsafe
chivalrously
weave
weep
whisper
&withstand
unbuckle
reveal
understand
to untangle
&utterly
1st place contest winner
Written: March 08, 2023
Strand Premier No 1096 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand